My Home Is Where It Holds Memories

My home is where it holds memories, Where you can play outside and hear laughter from your friends and family, While you watch your favourite movies with your family. Having pictures in frames are the best memories, or the most wonderful memories you hold there. The smell of ravioli coming from the kitchen, Days we play board games, Roasting marshmallows on summer nights. My home is where I can feel comfort in my own space, Where, if I’m feeling sad, I can sit in my own space and cry. It feels like a bubble that no one can break into, When overwhelm can go away while lying on the couch and daydreaming. The people around me in my home can comfort me when things get to me. My home is where creativity is shown, Where my drawings are displayed like in an art museum, Where outside in the backyard there is a unique landscape filled with dog toys and flowers, And paintings get hung up each season in our house. That is how my home is unique. My home means something to me And my family, Where we all laugh and have accidents we can fix. This is what my home means to me.